Dear Future AP Lit & Comp Student,

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1 What is Campion thinking?! What was I thinking? Dear Future AP Lit & Comp Student, We are looking forward to a great summer that will culminate with welcoming you to Advanced Placement Literature and Composition. You will be following in the footsteps of many excellent students who have enjoyed this course for its over 40 year history at South High School. You will have Mr. Monaghan as your teacher-of-record, but Mr. Campion will be team-teaching with him nearly every single day. As an important part of the program, you are assigned summer reading and study from one of our texts, Structure, Sound and Sense (Section Two: The Elements of Poetry). You can obtain a copy from the school bookstore. Instructions for this assignment are on a following page. All answers should go on the first pages of your class notebook. Expect to have an assessment on this work the first week you are in school. The Advanced Placement Literature and Composition exam covers British and American literature from the 16th - 21st centuries as well as fine literature of other countries whose works are published in the English language. That's a lot to cover. Obviously, the exam is not testing your knowledge and abilities for one course but your lifetime of reading and writing. As we study various literary works, we will be assigning from pages an evening. The best way to maintain a strong reading rate, and accomplish that in a timely way, is to read challenging material for sustained periods of time on a regular basis. Taking a 10-week hiatus will slow you down considerably.

2 Thus we recommend that you continue to read and absorb works of literary merit of your own accord. During the first week, we will be meeting with you individually to gauge what you ve read and seen over the summer. If the answer is nothing, Houston we have a problem. As mentioned above, please start a large spiral or loose-leaf notebook which you will use for this class only. In addition to your S&S work, when you complete your reading of a work, see a drama on the stage, or watch a video, write about it in journal style. We will collect your notebooks once or twice during first quarter. We will see you on the first day of School. One of your first essays will be the college application essay, so download those applications. Come prepared with a good sense of humor and an openness to some new ways of thinking about your own life and the world around you. We know we will have a great year together. Sincerely, Mr. John Monaghan Bye, bye! Have fun storming the castle! (Think it ll work?) Mr. Harry Campion (It would take a miracle) Bye!

3 ADVANCED PLACEMENT LITERATURE AND COMPOSITION Monaghan and Campion SUMMER READING ASSIGNMENT Before school ends, obtain a copy of STRUCTURE, SOUND & SENSE from the school bookstore. 1) In the Section The Elements of Poetry Read Chapters 1 ( What is Poetry? ) and 2 ( Reading the Poem ). Read all the poems in those chapters not just those assigned below. 2) Obtain a notebook to be used exclusively for this class. 3) Cut out the poems from the pages following. Not all of these come from Chapters 1 and 2. INTRODUCTION TO POETRY DULCE ET DECORUM EST THE WHIPPING TERENCE THIS IS STUPID STUFF THE MAN HE KILLED A STUDY OF READING HABITS LIVING IN SIN THERE S BEEN A DEATH IN THE OPPOSITE HOUSE WHEN IN ROME THE RED WHEELBARROW THE MILL 4) Glue the poem to the top of a page and then circle, underline, make margin notes (as many of you did in AP LANG.) Write all over the thing. This is called ANNOTATING. 5) Then beneath it write about the poem and its meaning explain the effect of the features you ve annotated; noticing them is not enough. This is called an EXPLICATION. The explication should be at least a singlespaced page in your notebook. Make sure all pertinent questions on page 641 ( Understanding and Evaluating Poetry ) are answered. 6) Choose three (3) poems not on the bulleted list above. Pick ones that speak to you in some way (this doesn t just mean one you like, it could be one that disturbs or upsets you). Annotate and explicate these three poems as well using this prompt: Poetry is meant to engage the reader on both the conscious and subconscious level. What techniques does the author use to attempt this connection? Bring this completed assignment to the first day of class!

4 Introduction to Poetry Billy Collins I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem s room and feel the walls for a light switch. I want them to water-ski across the surface of a poem waving at the author s name on the shore. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means.

5 Dulce Et Decorum Est Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of disappointed shells that dropped behind. GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And floundering like a man in fire or lime.-- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

6 The Whipping Robert Hayden The old woman across the way is whipping the boy again and shouting to the neighborhood her goodness and his wrongs. Wildly he crashes through elephant ears, pleads in dusty zinnias, while she in spite of crippling fat pursues and corners him. She strikes and strikes the shrilly circling boy till the stick breaks in her hand. His tears are rainy weather to woundlike memories: My head gripped in bony vise of knees, the writhing struggle to wrench free, the blows, the fear worse than blows that hateful Words could bring, the face that I no longer knew or loved... Well, it is over now, it is over, and the boy sobs in his room, And the woman leans muttering against a tree, exhausted, purged-- avenged in part for lifelong hidings she has had to bear.

7 Terence, This is Stupid Stuff Alfred Edward Housman "Terence, this is stupid stuff! You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see the rate you drink your beer. But oh, good Lord, the verse you make, It gives a chap the belly-ache! The cow, the old cow, she is dead; It sleeps well, the horned head... We poor lads, 'tis our turn now To hear such tunes as killed the cow! Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme Your friends to death before their time Moping melancholy mad! Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad!" Why, if 'tis dancing you would be, There's brisker pipes than poetry. Say, for what were hop-yards meant, Or why was Burton built on Trent? Oh many a peer of England brews Livelier liquor than the Muse, And malt does more than Milton can To justify God's ways to man. Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink For fellows whom it hurts to think: Look into the pewter pot To see the world as the world's not. And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past: The mischief is that 'twill not last. Oh I have been to Ludlow fair And left my necktie God knows where, And carried half way home, or near, Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer: Then the world seemed none so bad, And I myself a sterling lad; And down in lovely muck I've lain, Happy till I woke again. Then I saw the morning sky: Heigho, the tale was all a lie;

8 The world, it was the old world yet, I was I, my things were wet, And nothing now remained to do But begin the game anew. Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill, And while the sun and moon endure Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure, I'd face it as a wise man would, And train for ill and not for good. 'Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale Is not so brisk a brew as ale: Out of a stem that scored the hand I wrung it in a weary land. But take it: if the smack is sour, The better for the embittered hour; It should do good to heart and head When your soul is in my soul's stead; And I will friend you, if I may, In the dark and cloudy day. There was a king reigned in the East: There, when kings will sit to feast, They get their fill before they think With poisoned meat and poisoned drink. He gathered all the springs to birth From the many-venomed earth; First a little, thence to more, He sampled all her killing store; And easy, smiling, seasoned sound, Sate the king when healths went round. They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up: They shook, they stared as white's their shirt: Them it was their poison hurt. --I tell the tale that I heard told. Mithridates, he died old.

9 The Man He Killed Thomas Hardy Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have set us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! But ranged as infantry, And staring face to face, I shot at him as he at me, And killed him in his place. I shot him dead because-- Because he was my foe, Just so: my foe of course he was; That's clear enough; although He thought he'd 'list, perhaps, Off-hand like--just as I-- Was out of work--had sold his traps-- No other reason why. Yes; quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down You'd treat, if met where any bar is, Or help to half a crown.

10 A Study of Reading Habits Philip Larkin When getting my nose in a book Cured most things short of school, It was worth ruining my eyes To know I could still keep cool, And deal out the old right hook To dirty dogs twice my size. Later, with inch-thick specs, Evil was just my lark: Me and my coat and fangs Had ripping times in the dark. The women I clubbed with sex! I broke them up like meringues. Don't read much now: the dude Who lets the girl down before The hero arrives, the chap Who's yellow and keeps the store Seem far too familiar. Get stewed: Books are a load of crap.

11 Living in Sin Adrienne Rich She had thought the studio would keep itself; no dust upon the furniture of love. Half heresy, to wish the taps less vocal, the panes relieved of grime. A plate of pears, a piano with a Persian shawl, a cat stalking the picturesque amusing mouse had risen at his urging. Not that at five each separate stair would writhe under the milkman's tramp; that morning light so coldly would delineate the scraps of last night's cheese and three sepulchral bottles; that on the kitchen shelf among the saucers a pair of beetle-eyes would fix her own--- envoy from some village in the moldings... Meanwhile, he, with a yawn, sounded a dozen notes upon the keyboard, declared it out of tune, shrugged at the mirror, rubbed at his beard, went out for cigarettes; while she, jeered by the minor demons, pulled back the sheets and made the bed and found a towel to dust the table-top, and let the coffee-pot boil over on the stove. By evening she was back in love again, though not so wholly but throughout the night she woke sometimes to feel the daylight coming like a relentless milkman up the stairs.

12 There's been a Death, in the Opposite House Emily Dickinson There's been a Death, in the Opposite House, As lately as Today I know it, by the numb look Such Houses have alway The Neighbors rustle in and out The Doctor drives away A Window opens like a Pod -- Abrupt mechanically Somebody flings a Mattress out The Children hurry by They wonder if it died on that I used to -- when a Boy -- The Minister -- goes stiffly in -- As if the House were His -- And He owned all the Mourners -- now -- And little Boys -- besides -- And then the Milliner -- and the Man Of the Appalling Trade -- To take the measure of the House -- There'll be that Dark Parade -- Of Tassels -- and of Coaches -- soon -- It's easy as a Sign -- The Intuition of the News -- In just a Country Town --

13 When in Rome Mari Evans Marrie dear the box is full... take whatever you like to eat... (an egg or soup... there ain't no meat.) there's endive there and cottage cheese... (whew! if I had some black-eyed peas... ) there's sardines on the shelves and such... but don't get my anchovies... they cost too much! (me get the anchovies indeed! what she think, she got -- a bird to feed?) there's plenty in there to fill you up... (yes'm. just the sight's enough! Hope I lives till I get home I'm tired of eatin' what they eats in Rome...)

14 The Red Wheelbarrow William Carlos Williams so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.

15 The Mill Edwin Arlington Robinson The miller's wife had waited long, The tea was cold, the fire was dead; And there might yet be nothing wrong In how he went and what he said: "There are no millers any more," Was all that she had heard him say; And he had lingered at the door So long that it seemed yesterday. Sick with a fear that had no form She knew that she was there at last; And in the mill there was a warm And mealy fragrance of the past. What else there was would only seem To say again what he had meant; And what was hanging from a beam Would not have heeded where she went. And if she thought it followed her, She may have reasoned in the dark That one way of the few there were Would hide her and would leave no mark: Black water, smooth above the weir Like starry velvet in the night, Though ruffled once, would soon appear The same as ever to the sight.